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Can she excuse my wrongs


John Dowland


from The First Booke of Songs or Ayres

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1. Can she ex cuse my wrongs with ver tues cloak?
Are those cleer fires which va nish in to smoak?
2. Was I so base, that I might not a spire


As they are high, so high is my de sire:

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1. Can she ex cuse my wrongs with ver tues cloak?
Are those cleer fires which va nish in to smoak?
2. Was I so base, that I might not a spire

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As they are high, so high is my de sire:
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1. Can she ex cuse my wrongs with ver tues cloak?
Are those cleer fires which va nish in to smoak?
2. Was I so base, that I might not a spire
As they are high, so high is my de sire:
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1. Can she ex cuse, ex cuse my wrongs with ver tues cloak?
Are those cleer fires, cleer fires which va nish in to smoak?
2. Was I so base, so base, that I might not a spire
As they are high, so high, so high is my de sire:


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Shal I call her good when she proves un kind?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?
un to those high joyes which she holds from me?

If she this de nie, what can gran ted be?

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Shal I call her good when she proves un kind?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?
un to those high joyes which she holds from me?
If

she this
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de nie, what can gran ted

be?

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Shal I call her good when she proves un kind?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?
un to those high joyes which she holds from me?


If she this de
nie, what can gran ted be?

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Shal I call her good when she proves un kind?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?
un to those high joyes which she holds from me?
If she this de nie, what can gran ted be?

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No, no: where sha dowes do for bo dies stand,
Cold love is like to words writ ten on sand,
If she will yeeld to that which rea son is,


Deare make me hap py still by gran ting this,
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No, no: where sha dowes do, where sha dows do for bo dies stand,
Cold love is like to words, is like to words writ ten on sand,
If she will yeeld to that which rea son is, which rea son is,


Deare make me hap py still by gran ting this, by gran ting this,

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No, no, no: where sha dowes do for bo dies, for bo dies stand,
Cold love, love is like to words writ ten on, writ ten on sand,
If she will yeeld to that which rea son, which rea son is,

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Deare make me hap py still by gran ting, by gran ting this,
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No, no: where sha dowes do for bo dies stand,
Cold love is like to words writ ten on sand,
If she will yeeld to that which rea son is,
Deare make me hap py still by gran ting this,

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thou maist be a busde if thy sight be dim.
or to bub bles which on the wa ter swim.
it is rea sons will that love should be just.
or

cut off de

layes
if that I die must.

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thou maist be a busde, a busde if thy sight be dim.
or to bub bles which on the wa ter, wa ter swim.
it is rea sons will that love, that love should be just.


or cut off de layes if that I die, I die must.
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thou maist be a busde if thy sight, thy sight be dim.
or to bub bles which on the wa ter, wa ter swim.
it is rea sons will that love, that love should be just.


or cut off de
layes if that I die, I

die must.

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thou maist be a busde if thy sight be dim.
or to bub bles which on the wa ter swim.
it is rea sons will that love should be just.
or cut off de layes if that I die must.

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1. Wilt thou be thus a bu sed still, see ing that she wil right thee ne ver?


2. Bet ter a thou sand times to die, then for to live thus still tor men ted:
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1. Wilt thou be thus a bu sed still, see ing that she wil right thee ne ver?

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2. Bet ter a thou sand times to die, then for to live thus still tor men ted:
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1. Wilt thou be thus a bu sed still, see ing that she wil right thee

 
2. Bet ter a thou sand times to die, then for to live thus still tor

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1. Wilt thou be thus a bu sed still, see ing that she wil right thee ne ver?
2. Bet ter a thou sand times to die, then for to live thus still tor men ted:

 
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If thou canst not ore com her wil, thy love wil be thus fruit les e ver.
Deare but re mem ber it was I who for thy sake did die con ten ted.

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If thou canst not ore com her wil, thy love wil be thus fruit les e ver.

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Deare but re mem ber it was I who for thy sake did die con ten ted.
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ne ver? If thou canst not ore com her wil, thy love wil be thus fruit les e ver.

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men ted: Deare but re mem ber it was I who for thy sake did die con ten ted.

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If thou canst not ore com her wil, thy love wil be thus fruit les e ver.
Deare but re mem ber it was I who for thy sake did die con ten ted.

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